Warning lights are flashing over the front door like the ON AIR outside a radio studio.
My lights say:
RESEARCH IN PROGRESS
This means a variety of things.
Piles of books accumulate. (I have books on a wide variety of subjects.)
Days are spent Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooogle-ing
I walk around talking to myself.
Dinner is late.
Ironing never gets off the ground.
New characters are in my head demanding fresh fodder.
And if someone in India rings me up from a call centre, I am not a nice person.
You'd never know how much I enjoy it. You'd never suspect it'd be hard work.
Just don't disturb me.
I'm having too much fun.